Office Discipline Part 2

I couldn't believe it. I was wearing women's panties under my busienss suit.

I was certain Jenny's instruction to wear women's panties today was no more than her pushing her power over me under that threat of dismissal because of my supposed bad behaviour.

I wasn't going to take any chances. I was certain I'd find other work easily but my huge mortgage and the payments on my sports car meant I didn't want any break in income. I'd need to be careful until I found something, it shouldn't take too long.

[Part 1 of this story can be found here.]

The office was quieter than usual as people were deep in their work. After one day, it seemed the diminutive Jenny had stirred things up. I guess everyone, apart from me of course, had become too complacent before she arrived.

I could find little on this Jenny Armstrong from my connections, she was a mystery. Where had she been dropped in from? At that moment she breezed by carrying a folder of papers. "Adam, my office. Now." She carried on to her corner office and went in, leaving the door ajar.

Did I detect a faint Australian accent? Maybe that's why she hadn't shown up in my conversation with my mate in other finance companies around the city.

I heard Steve, next to me, sniggering. "She's got you under her thumb, Adam."

I felt my face redden but I was under a warning so thumping him wasn't an option. Maybe later, after work. I slid my chair back and sloped to her office and went in. The folder she'd been carrying was open on her desk. She was flicking through the papers inside and writing notes on them. Her fair hair fell over her glasses.

"Close the door," she said without looking up. "And don't sit."

I shut the door and walked to her desk. She continued to make notes without looking up. I waited several minutes but I knew what she was doing; she was playing the busy manager and putting me in my place. I guess she knew I was a serious rival for her job despite the 'issues' with HR so she was trying to squash me.

"Are you wearing women's panties like I told you to?" She still hadn't looked at me. She grabbed her handbag and rummaged in it.

"Yes, Ms Armstrong," I said remembering she wanted me to address her that way. I could take no chances on being sacked at this moment. Once I found a new job, I'd let her know exactly what I thought if her. I had to play it cool for a few days.

"Show me." She still hadn't looked at me.

"Excuse me?"

Now she looked up. "You heard me."

It wasn't as if she hadn't seen me with my trousers down after making me remove them yesterday. I breathed deeply and undid my belt. This was embarrassing. I'd had to go to the supermarket yesterday evening to buy a pack of women's panties and hide them in with the rest of my shopping. At least they had a self checkout.

I dropped my trousers and they fell to my ankles. Her eyes rested on my white female panties with a small bow on the front. A faint smile cracked her face that widened as I got harder under her gaze.

"Good girl." She looked across on her laptop screen. I smelled the fresh coffee from the white mug beside her hand.

Girl? That was too much, what was her game? "Ms Armstrong, you can't say that to me." There, I'd made my case.

She looked away from her screen, her face disinterested. "I'll say what I want to you." She looked back to her screen and pressed a couple of keys. "In fact," she added. "I've decided Adam is too masculine for you. I'll call you Alice and do you know why?"

I huffed in disgust. Alice? Was this woman for real? I pulled my trousers up and turned to the door. I shook my head as I walked away.

She pushed the papers she'd been flicking through and making notes on across her desk. "Take a look. Alice."

What was this now? I strode back and picked them up. There were lines of what looked like computer lists. I squinted and ran down the lists. They were dates, times and website names. My stomach turned several somersaults as I recognised the sites: Sissyboys.com, shemalesex.com, feminizedbystrictwomen.com and facesittingwomen.com being the first ones I saw. I looked up in horror. How had they known?

"Accessing porn from company resources is an instant sacking offence." She took a sip of her coffee and placed it down on a coaster. A thin line of steam rose up like my career floating away.

But how had they found this? I'd been so careful. I connected from home, put a VPN on the connection and used some kind of scrambler I'd bought from a guy in the pub. He assured me no one could break it.

"Alice, tut tut. Our IT department are several times better at IT than you, as you can see."

My career really was over now, there was no way out. My entire body went hot.

"But. The final decision is down to the line manager and I've decided to give you yet another final chance. And I think it'll be fun."

"Fun?" I said. This was crazy. What was fun about any of this?

"Yes," she said. "Fun for me. And maybe you too judging by the websites you visit."

My mouth was dry. I had no idea what she meant.

"Tomorrow, I'll be relocating to the 20th floor and you'll be coming with me."

I stared in disbelief. That was the VP floor. Maybe I was getting the promotion I deserved after all.

"The company feels I'd be better in the management area rather than down here with the team."

"And me?" I asked.

"You'll be my assistant."

This was confusing. Yesterday she told me HR wanted to dismiss me for supposed bad behsaviour. Today they wanted to sack me again for accessing porn on the company network and now I was being promoted to Ececutive Assistant. That was the fact track to the top. I preened a little. It just goes to show companies understand they need people with a bit of something different in them. An edge.

She looked at me for a moment in amusement. It was as if she was reading my mind. "Oh no, Alice, not Executive Assistant. Personal Assistant."

I looked at her confused.

"It's like a secretary except you'll do other stuff like make my coffee, run little errands and essentially do whatever I tell you to do."

My head swam. I really did need to find other work before this got totally out of hand.

"This is what's going to happen, Alice, if you wish to remain in employment." She took a small box from her desk drawer and placed it on the desktop."It's a charged lady shaver. Tonight you'll shave your entire body, including your little bits."

She placed a packet on her desktop next to it.

"Then you'll report to me on the 20th floor at 8am tomorrow before everyone arrives with the stockings in this packet on over your newly shaved legs and under your suit trousers. You may take them and leave now."

I picked the items up in a daze. I returned to my desk and threw myself in my seat. Jenny was going to squash me as far as she could.

Steve called to me fro the next desk. "What did Jenny want? She seems to want to speak to you more than the rest of us."

A story came into my head. "Jenny likes me, she recognises my abilities. She's moving to the 20th floor and taking me with her. Executive Assisstant."

Steve whistled long and low. He nodded slowly and pressed out his lips, impressed. His eyes fell on the things she'd given me. "What's in the box and packet, Adam?"

My anger grew,why couldn't he leave me alone. "Mind your own business."

He looked at me for a moment then went back to his computer screen. I logged on to my own computer and saw several new messages. There was one from Jenny Armstrong. I clicked on it.

"Tomorrow, 8am, 2oth floor. Shaved body and stockings. Good girl." I swallowed hard. It was signed, "Mistress Jenny."

What the hell was I going to face tomorrow?

END OF PART 2